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10 December 2015

Blogmas Day 9: Mumford and Sons

At the beginning of September, I woke up at 8am on a Saturday to sit at a computer for an hour and constantly click refresh. £200 was sat in my bank account, four other girls sat at the ends of the phone constantly checking for updates and just as I was about to give up hope of ever getting through, we did it. Mumford and Sons tickets.

Three months on and after a monumental build up as huge Mumford and Sons fans, myself, Lizzie, Charlotte and Izzie were on our way to the O2 Arena in London.

As with everything I seem to do, there is always time for a quick drink beforehand and it was absolutely time for cocktail and wine o'clock!

Cheers to that!

And then it was time...

The support act was Jack Garratt, a singer/songwriter I'd heard of but never listened to. We were all blown away by his music and I've already listened to him on Spotify since getting home! He was the only support of the night, so as soon as he left we could practically feel the presence of the band closing in on us!

To say we got up close was an understatement. Somehow we ended up extremely close to the front, from the photos so far, it probably looks like a smaller venue, an intimate gig if you will. But it couldn't be further from the truth.

Nothing made you realise how small we were than the blackout song, Believe, when everyone had their phones in the air like twenty thousand stars.

But from then on, in true Mumford and Sons method, there was jigging and dancing and jumping and banjo-ing the rest of the way!

Last night was probably the highlight of my year. I've been a huge Mumford and Sons fan since the release of their first album, and to see them play their first of three sold out O2 Arena concerts absolutely blew my mind. Even more ridiculous was how close we got, I had friends high up in the Gods who referred to us as thousands of ants. Luckily there were two big screens up for the entire audience to watch- particularly important when the lead singer Marcus decided to quite literally, go into the audience whilst singing, climbing over the barrier and through all of the crowd. We looked but didn't touch, although how he managed to continue the song throughout was utterly beyond me!

But all good things must end, and we all crashed onto the last train home, maccies chips in hands, feet killing, throats sore and still on an absolute high from the night.

My biggest apologies for a lack of Blogmas Day 8, I had a hell of alot of university work, however after literal blood, sweat and tears, I have finally finished all of the work required for my first term of second year! Hooray! What a way to celebrate! I have absolutely no idea how big Mumford and Sons are overseas, but in Britain they're one of the biggest bands in existence, selling out arenas and headlining at our biggest festivals, so if you haven't heard of them, I've left a link to their Vevo for anyone who needs to introduce them to their lives!